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The dark form flying across the sky was a sharp contrast to the lights of downtown Chicago. Of course, since this form was a Shinigami, it didn't matter so much, since they were invisible to humans. The shadow-like form was attempting to cope with an emotion it had long before become aquainted with – boredom.
His last attempt at entertainment had escalated brilliantly, but had ended in lackluster. A pitiful death at the base of some stairs; hardly an entertaining end. Now the Shinigami was looking for a more permanent form of entertainment... creating a new Kira might be fun. The human's helplessness before the Death Note, at least, was entertaining.
What if I gave the notebook to an American? A female perhaps? That would be fun. One with a higher I.Q? A genius... like Light.
He dedcided to go somewhere where they had good apples. What was that place again... It began with a "W"... Ahhhh, Wisconsin. That's it. Yes. Wisconsin. That is where I will go. Ryuk turned northward. He flew until he reached a small apple orchard. Yum... APPLES! He landed underneath an apple tree and plucked a ripe red apple from it. I really should let Rem in on this. After taking the last bite of his fifth apple, he fell asleep in the shade of the apple tree.
The sunlight made Karen's golden yellow walls shine. The fresh air coming through her bedroom window carried the exquisite smell of apple blossoms. The soft Christmas music playing from her radio soothed her. This was the way her room usually was over the earlier parts of the holidays. Bright and tranquil.
The tranquility of the moment was briken when her mother called up the stairs. "Karen, please come and do the dishes."
"Coming, Mom."
Karen logged off of Facebook. She was annoyed by her mother's ruining the tranquility, but she pushed in her chair, and exited her room with a calm facade.
Karen was 17 years old. If you were to say she was intellegent, that would be an understatement. She was a genius. She had graduated from Miluakee High School with honors at 13 years of age, then went off to college at 15. She CLEP'd out of half of this and decided to triple major in Computer Information Science, Computer Science, and Quantum Physics.
You would think that this girl would look the total nerd. Of course not. She had beautiful golden blond hair and piercing bright blue eyes. She did not show this off, though. She wore a sweat shirt and jeans. Nothing fancy. She thought that fancy clothes were a waste of money. She preferred to save it for a laptop with the latest Mac OS.
Karen entered the kitchen and examined her workload. Ugh! Does she have to unload the chores on her genius daughter whenever she's home for the holidays? Gee whiz! I have a brother. I don't care what dad says about dishes being women's work. I want some time off, not time to come home and do dishes! She got to work, keeping her cheerful facade as she did so. She was good at looking happy outwardly, while internally in turmoil.
"He-ya, sis!"
"Hello, Mark."
"Mightest thou giveth me a secondeth?"
Karen knew that her twin wanted help with his homework. "Give me five to finish the dishes?"
"Sure, but please hurry. Matt invited me to come over and hang. I haven't seen him in forever, but homework comes first."
"Okay, I will try."
Karen finished her work in three-and-a-half minutes, and got done with her brother in 20. He, compared to her, was an idiot. He spent all his time in his childhood playing computer games and doing sports, barely making high enough grades to stay in sports.
Karen decided ot take her homework somewhere peaceful and headed outside. She walked until she came to a large apple orchard. She sat down beneath her favorite tree and pulled her netbook (the one that she kept on her at all times) and began to work on her Calculus homework.
When she finally finished her homework, she folded her netbook and got up. As she got up, she noticed a notebook lying in the grass adjacent to her. She walked to it, It's cover read "deathnote." Karen picked up the notebook and opened it. It read: Rules: The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
What a sick prank. Whoever did this had a lot of time to plan... Or is this thing for real? Could I test it?
Karen jumped when she heard, "So, you've found the deathnote. I didn't expect you to come so soon."
She looked up from the pages of the book. The thing in front of her was not human at all. In fact, she was positive that it was not human. She was scared. She wasn't a nervous wreck like other girls, but this was not an everyday occurrence. Not even close. "What are you?"
"They call me Ryuk. I am a Shinigami. A god of death."